AN: This is my second poem about the weeping angels, it's longer than the other one since now I've seen the entire episode and not just the promo. It was so, soo, so doctor whoishly heartbreaking? Anyway I hope you enjoy :)

Disclamier: if I owed Doctor who the tenth doctor never would have died and I wouldn't still be grieving Rose. I would remove all the angst that we fangirls love and I would suffer under my own wrath. Alas, I claim nothing.

The stone you watch

The stone you remember

Isn't us

Isn't ours

Yet you fear it

Because it hides us

Because it shows you our smirk

Faces of stone seeing you

Hands covering so you can't see what they see of you

Feeling the vibrations of their need

Of what they want

Crave

The tickle in you neck

The chill down your spine

The turn of our head

In your fear

You turn yours too

Gives the opportunity

We need

To reach you

Flapping wings formed in rock

Seeming to surround you in their width

Trapping you

To take what they like from you

Crave

We have trapped you once again

Trapped you in our hourglass

Just when you thought you had escaped

Escaped our reaching

The empty eyes staring at you

The gaping mouths screaming at you

Calling for you

Shouting for the thing they need

Crave

One touch and you're on your way back

Back and back till where we need you

Want you

You're at the mercy of our hands

Yet we have no mercy

And it is at the touch of a mere finger

That we have what we want

What you owe

One face of stone staring at you

Smiling at you

Freezing your heart when you feel the call

To lean into the touch

Of those fingers

To give it what it wants

Crave

We don't trap you

We simply catch you

AN: Please review and tell me what you thought, I want to improve and write more!